Nov. 8th

Dear diary,

hold up night I may suffer had a few too many score sans rocks at the bar, and as a result I felt a little worse for the article of clothing when I woke up today. That is why I spent the undecomposed character of one of my morning classes questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover fountainhead or from some other source. I was trying to give a lecture, yet behind my quarrel was a funny, somewhat annoying buzzing profound emitting from some orphic source in the theatre. I suspected it to be a scholar 's cellular phone phone vibrating, as the noise would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt aid.

When the lecture concluded, all the bookman left the mansion except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) female child who came onto me after year recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight black leggings and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup breast. Her thickset back talk were painted a burnished, slick magazine pink color. I could hardly consider my middle off them as she spoke to me, making scuttlebutt about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her sass seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty rim, envisioning my gist delving between them and down into her throat ...

Then my gaze fell upon the bare cutis peeking out of her low-necked sweatshirt -- her slender neck and delicate collarbone looking so kissable. Her workforce were in her sac. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me quizzically.

'' Professor ? Did n't you hear my interrogative sentence ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The relaxation of her words were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that goddamn buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory twit to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was quiet. Her optic closed, her brain falling back slightly. I could see her script moving around in her sweatshirt air hole. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a small empurpled remote control from her hand. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the telephone dial on the remote and the buzzing auditory sensation grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's fork ! ! A small moan fell from her backtalk from the intensified shakiness. I raised my eyebrow. She had a humble, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the remote wirelessly controlled the quivering !

Suddenly my hangover was the hold up matter on my mind, perhaps due to all of the origin draining from my head and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full long suit and pulled her chin up to contact her brim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky nipple through the cotton wool sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the breaking ball of her body, resting on her pelvis. We kissed again.

It was almost twelve noon. I worried person could take the air in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's flyspeck consistency in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her dead body while kissing the backbone of her cervix and berm. Her blond hair smelled like the most delicious hemangioma simplex and emollient ... Another moan escaped her lip, her eyes closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert backside through the slight fabric of her leg covering. I rubbed my stuff member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit from behind. I slipped the remote into my pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the pulpit, her ass raised up, her feet on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small pussy in the genitalia of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my digit through the freshly cut yap, feeling her wet scratch instantly. My fingers went to my zipper, ready to unleash my raging 9 '' prick. It was risky -- anyone could take the air in at any here and now. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most basal instincts had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the drumhead of my peter against her incision from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating whiz coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her snatch. Then with one bridge player I reached down inside her legging from the social movement and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to push the headland of my peter interior of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, gaudy now, her cries echoing through the public lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the slug against her clit and my other hand grasping the bender of her hip. Wet puss pulp enveloped the principal of my prick as I sank into her. My hips bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard SOB meat inside of her. It was my crook to moan, feeling her tight, dampish maw squeezing my dick. I built up a faster tread and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't aid myself.

The podium was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with White person knuckles. Her face was bent over inches away from my public lecture notes and several other papers, and my rim were column inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating fastball all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moans were getting so loud that I had to brood her mouth with my helping hand, silencing her shout to take away attending. I hammered her so hard that the pulpit she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my pecker hard now, her vociferation muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck opening and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung unfastened and in walked that dickhead professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged oceanic abyss inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the papers around on the ambo and pointed at some random speech as if explaining something to the young lady. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved.

'' Is everything alright in here ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, of row, I was just assisting Minnie with some questions she had about my lecturing, prof Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her twat paries holding my center tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my SOB throbbed and suddenly a copious load of seminal fluid spurted forth into Minnie 's uterus ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the way, turning back a few sentence to seem at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's incision, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the pickle that I 'd cut in her legging. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her articulatio humeri and grinned at me.

'' Thanks Professor. You 're always such a big assistant, '' said Minnie with a nictitation.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture manor hall, the heavy door slamming closed behind her. Not even two hour after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and walk up to the dais I 'm standing behind. My hard-on had yet to sink. He shook his head and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these fiddling private lessons you 're giving young Minnie after form ? ``

'' I 'm for certain I have no idea what you 're talking about, Brownstone. ``

'' I 'm sure as shooting you do n't, Xavier, '' the portly, balding English professor replied with a chuckle.

'' Please leave now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the dais now that my erection had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this asshole replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front line of your pants, supporter ? It appears to be some variety of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. Biology prof. I do n't consider we need to use a microscope to confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the strawman of my black pant where indeed a clump of white cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to keep my composure despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the typeface for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain calm and walk by him to kick the bucket the lecture dramatics. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't wait to differentiate Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the door hold. This time I did cock my arm back to punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to make a deal. ``

My arm froze just inch from his nerve. `` What kind of deal ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to own a spell at pretty little Minnie 's kitty, too. Then of course, I wo n't need to say a word to anybody. But if you can not fill this agreement, I will gleefully go Forth and spread news of your deplorable behavior. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the faculty, to your neighbor, ally ... Your mother and founding father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to get these so-called arrangements for you to have sex that girl ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't know and do n't care. You have until the end of this weekend. '' And with that he walked past me, shutting the doorway in my face behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

daybook -

My head teacher has been a veritable whirlwind of worries and emotions these last duo of days since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to make out Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to form a plan, in order to keep my secret habituation from coming to the light. It 's just one more matter I 'll possess to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

After course today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to meet me at a hotel this Saturday Nox so we could have Sir Thomas More privacy and Thomas More fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her saucy ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her step. My eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Sat night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two chamber suite and made him blot out silently in a bathroom until foster notice. My centre skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the threshold looking sexy ( and a little slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin attire that hugged her slender bender, barely covering her ass. It had a girdle way top, forcing her tits to nearly run out out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulder joint looked dusted with glitter. My SOB twinged. guilt feelings was consuming my judgment, though my cock was undeterred. My regard traveled from her taut thighs up to her reasonably brass, her eyelids sparkling with racy eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulder joint.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. Blood surged to my cock as my hands caressed the silky curves of her midget torso. She moaned in my mouthpiece. The design was falling into place ... footprint one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my articulatio genus, pulling her dress up over her hips to unwrap a perfectly bald pussy mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The smell of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my anterior naris. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her twat, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her back was up against the paries. Her eyes closed, her heading falling back with a thumping. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my back air pocket, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry cuff. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in battlefront of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her pussy sum, loudly slurping up and down her incision and occasionally nibbling on her clitoris. Her fiddling pant and groan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and lips before helping her pull the slinky dress off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude body. She giggled again. Her midget mammilla hardened in the chill of the elbow room. I jumped on them as soon as they were spare, sucking each little knock bud in my lip. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My lips went up to her neck opening and to her lips again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her eye. She nodded.

One her eyes were covered, I took her wrists in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her saltation wrists down over her pert boob to her flat venter and back to her bald twat pile. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a low but powerful vibrator and began massaging her cut with it. Now her outcry of pleasure were extremely loud. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bathroom, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a fury. He was jacking his small stopcock to the setting. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. respective times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slacken down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! Fuck me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his asshole in paw. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her stimulation and my saliva. I turned my straits as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her teen hole. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his dick inside her pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight cunt. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hired hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few mo of steady insight, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussycat walls were spasming around his member now. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's sexual climax subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, Professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my giving birth control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his dick out -- it was glazed with sperm ! The old illegitimate child had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his cargo on her twat cumulation. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the can. I looked at Minnie 's petite body, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her control, I offered to let her use the exhibitor but she declined -- she said she was in a rush to foot her friends up at the bar after last Call. She pulled the picayune blueish dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun clip. And off she ran into the Nox, her cunt unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her jam as she drove to contact her acquaintance.

A few moments after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the lav fully dressed.

'' honest job sperming inside of her, asshole, '' I said to him with disgust.

'' How could I help it, Xavier ? Her pussy was so blame pissed, and she was squeezing my cock so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Well, I suppose if she gets pregnant and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity test to try out it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a pupil and appointment rape drugs, and a plan to rent a hotel way ... I 'm so gladiolus you used your credit notice to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a grin. `` Blackmail 's a bitch, is n't it ? ``

He gasped and then snapped his jaw closed. That should shut the old bastard up awhile.


Until next time,
~Professor X